It's true. It does. And my comfort zone ended just around the time I stepped off the plane into an entirely different continent and everyone around me was speaking a different language at 147 miles an hour and I stood out in my blue jeans and flip flops and instead of being 2 in the morning (which is what my body felt) it was about 9 in the morning in Spain, just the time for people to zoom around uncomfortably close to you in scooters and buses and honk their horns and sell big chunks of raw meat hanging strangely from stands at the market.
I'd love to attach pictures to show how beautiful it is when you can see all of Barcelona squeezed between two mountains and the sea, pictures I took this afternoon on an overlook in the park of Tibidowa, but unfortunately my computer is missing along with a luggage bag that apparently decided to take its own route instead of following me to Spain.
Things maybe aren't going as smoothly as I had naively hoped, but it's a big change, big adjustments. I'm not going to sugar coat it, it's tough. But I can be tough too.
Fingers crossed that I get my luggage back soon. I'll put up pictures soon as I can!
Oh CC. I sure hope your luggage turns up. It will. Soak in every moment. You will adjust and love Spain like no other place in the world.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations. You made it there. You have been dreaming about this for a long time and you made it happen. That is HUGE.
Hooray!
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hang in there, cease!
ReplyDeleteit will get easier.
be patient.
relax and soak it all in.
have fun at the beach this weekend!
a little jealous back here ---